"How can we let the queen of the show perform a solo act?" Melin was quite pleased with the magnetic compliment from behind her, and suddenly her view was filled with a whole bunch of pink roses.
A total of ninety-nine roses, tinting Melin's face pink, she turned around and saw those eyes that had appeared in her dreams several nights in a row.
"It's you!" Melin hadn't been drinking, but her mind suddenly became muddled, this man, isn't he the one she met in the bar? Why is he here?
The backstage area, where outsiders should not be allowed, how did he get in? Melin seemed somewhat flustered; she was about to go on stage, and now wasn't the time for idle chatter with a man. Biting her lip, she found herself unable to drive the man away.
"How did you come?" Melin's voice contradicted the anticipation in her eyes.
